This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

So if you wanna wild out and trade blows with kings like me,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And i could see you coming home after work late

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate